There exists so much more
Behind that sly little smile
The explorer, the conquistador
Of written words, of a certain heart in exile
The audiophile
Who phantoms through the aisle
Turning pages of wizards and legends
As she quietly browses
Through Mogul Diamonds

The voice of a rebel banshee
Who awakens life when she sings
Chasing away completely
Deaths carefully concealed yearnings
As tears shimmer beautifully
In her eyes that sparkle
Like calm pools of ebony

Hands that have known hurt
That has felt their share of tremble
Still swift to subvert
A gentleman or a damsel
In distress or anxious revolt of introvert
Her soft caress calms quick
The dark discomfort

A creative spark that lingers
Lighting the way for castaways
Penned, pinned, perfected by fingers
Dancing delicately to make hideaways
For the world’s outcast creatures
Who are tired and saddened
By the ugliness of societies angry features

A timid beauty that wants to believe
The reflected perfection of beautiful
That both the mirror and we perceive
When she stands before us so hopeful
With downcast eyes that disbelieve
Just how radiant an absolute angel
She is to all that can simply see

Puns tumble from her tongue
Easing a moment of awkwardness
Taking the sting from the stung
With a wink of weirdness
Even the old giggle as the young
Remembering what it was like
To be free and leave behind the high-strung

With a blush, that begs a kiss
Skin that welcomes a caress
The princess of amiss
Carries forth in effortless
Abandon the remiss
Let us tangle in silken sheet bliss
Let the dawn turn to dusk then to dawn
In time limitless
Leaving no need to ever
Reminisce